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One time, I was walking around town smoking pot and drinking, and I was so fucked up, when I was walking back home I saw a wrong way sign and turned around. I walked 3 blocks before I realized what happened.

So my brothers got me into smoking, and I just started this past Spring/Summer.
Recently I bought from my younger brother 47$ of kush. I've been smoking it morning then night sometimes middle of the day
for two days now. My entire life has been flashing before my eyes, even as I write this down. I'm filled with this nostalgic longing of
when I was a child and everything was so knew and fresh. When I didn't know the true nature of the world and the universe.
I keep thinking about how things could have been different, like if I got a girlfriend in high school or I did really well in school.
What if some movie shit happened to me and I was a real life Percy Jackson or Peter Parker. What if I still live here, or there, etc.
Right now I'm sitting in my library's basement, waiting for it to pass, but the smell of the books only further intoxicates me with nostalgic
aura.
I just want to come down.

I smoked two joints, straight, in the fucking park. Felt like going home, so i hoped on my bike to go home. I couldn't feel my legs and i kept on shouting the lyrics to the music in my earbuds. Got lost on some rando community then got hit by a minivan. Like i said, i couldn't feel shit, so i got up and shouted at the soccer mom "Lady, what the fuck!" then proceded to drive home. I don't know how, i was fucking gone. Some fucking cassette tape kept taunting me all the way home.

I smoked a kief bowl and took a couple huge rips (mind you I haven't smoked for about 2 months) and after that everything looked like a space ship and my fingers felt like pencils yet they looked so wide

Me and a buddy decided to climb up a tree we found in the middle of campus. As we watched over hundreds of students passing by below us, I declared it the perfect pot smoking tree. Suddenly, we heard coughing from above. I looked further up the tree at a fellow stoner spying down at us. We climbed further up the tree to join him. We shared a blunt with our new found friend

Back in high school we'd get really stoned at lunch and return to shop class afterwards.
Every day, we'd be giggling in class, whispering "Poppin a boner!" in increasingly louder volumes. When the shop teacher would hear one of us, he'd throw a chalkboard eraser at the loudest offender. He could tell we were high, and we drove the cool, old bastard nuts.

I was on a canoe trip with a few buddies. One night, we put down a couple bottles of rum and an eighth of weed. I don't remember anything, but there's a video of me paddling around a canoe, screaming "I'm Capitan Morgan!"

So.. I hear a car pull up outside and cause Im so fucking paranoid right now, I go look out the window to see it's a fucking car parked in my driveway.. I run to grab my shit then I realize. "Hey that's my fucking car!!"

lunch rushes wouldn't be a thing under communism
people would actually try and there would be no question of "affording" a massive workforce to work lunch and scheduling people's lunches
and then resources would actually be put into robots supplying the lunch

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